noah nomadic Poems

while she was holding hands and
filling hearts, i called myself alone
and i wished for someone- even though i
had you
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they called her too creative with her
free verse thought,
poetic rebellion. she is a
literary rouge, a
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it took months to get that hand
from your lap to mine
and it still sits awkward.
we fake nonchalance looking anywhere,
...

i carve emotions onto my skin,
tracing old scars with magic marker and pen.
magic how it takes me back two years ago when
pain was
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you speak so secretive,
hushed and rhythmic like
scat jazz men whispering in my ear-
smoothly disconcerting with your
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i am the
body chaotic falling feeble to
every urge,
compiled of dissonance and discord
...